Tag: growth
member name: M M.
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June 20, 2007 09:29 AM EDT --
I'm deeply grateful he has stayed with me.
Or perhaps I'm just a charity case.
He knows my soul, my work, my life, my needs.
Hands me the Kleenex box before the tears
Start coming. So many . . .
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June 05, 2007 04:39 AM EDT --
He will graduate from high school tomorrow night - or at least, he will wear a cap and gown and walk in the procession with his class. We went shopping today. I bought him dress pants, good leather shoes, . . .
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June 18, 2007 10:37 AM EDT --
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU KNEW YOU COULD NOT FAIL ?
I’d get that manuscript in the mail.
Spend a day living as a snail, slow
And leaving my trail of slime
Without regard to erasures . . .
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May 09, 2007 04:57 PM EDT --
I cry. I sob, endlessly and uncontrollably.
Sadness visited me today at work. An inconvenient, unwelcome guest. I went to the ladies' room and sat in a stall and sobbed. "Are you okay?" . . .
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May 21, 2007 03:30 PM EDT --
The reddish-pink Korean ones in bloom
Gone to seed, the common purple clumps
Now sere, brown - a shabby room
The reddish-pink Korean ones in bloom.
I think of sticks, of switches, broom
And childhood . . .
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May 15, 2007 04:37 AM EDT --
Hanging laundry on the line.
A warm, breezy day.
Pants and shorts are joined at the hip.
I use my mother's clothespins.
She died six years ago, a week after Mother's Day.
What do you do with . . .
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June 19, 2007 09:55 AM EDT --
There was an order to early spring bloom times in our yard as I was growing up: first the lilies of the valley, the tulips, the lilacs, the iris, and then the catalpa tree. We had one in our front yard, . . .
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May 21, 2007 06:03 PM EDT --
And as my boss said before I resigned, "Everybody's mother dies. Get over it."
So, it's that day. And I still have the magazines I was reading in those final days at the hospice, . . .
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April 27, 2007 12:52 PM EDT --
Woke up sad, barely
able to move, smell
of burnt toast and
the ashes of a bad day
already begun - my son
awake, three-thirty in
the morning. Panic
and pacing all night
and I was afraid the house . . .
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April 30, 2007 11:43 AM EDT --
And the forsythia blooms. I hope it is in the right spot this year, gathering all of the sunlight my shady yard has to offer. I've lost three of them. This time I am careful to follow the planting . . .
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April 25, 2007 12:20 AM EDT --
It is the butterfly bushes I mourn
most deeply
and the monarchs that will not come
because of that: the deaths lead
to absence, the guests invited
but the dinner unprepared.
It is the white . . .
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May 30, 2007 04:50 PM EDT --
Yes, and plenty of it - that is what it takes to survive.
I did not think I would survive at age fourteen, when I swallowed a bottle of aspirin. Or the year that followed, after the mental hospital, . . .
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June 18, 2007 02:20 PM EDT --
He was a mystery to me, in a great many ways: a silent, stoic man who grew up on a ranch in South Dakota, speaking only Norwegian for the first years of his life. I have a picture of him standing on a . . .
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April 23, 2007 12:59 AM EDT --
Over the past several Sunday evenings, I have been watching Planet Earth on the Discovery Channel. A simply amazing series, much of it revolving around the ebb and flow of nature: spring and fall; night . . .
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May 07, 2007 12:17 PM EDT --
When a child is born, you want only the best for that new life. You look into the fathomless blue eyes and think of days to come. A boy. Bicycles and Little League. Scouts - maybe even Eagle Scout. Girlfriends . . .
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